Live in the present.
Move in the moment.
Everyone dies.
Not everyone lives.
Hands find me from every direction, guiding, steadying, grounding.
A kiss brushes my temple. Another grazes my cheek.
And suddenly, I can’t think.
Their arms wrap around me, guiding me closer, drawing me into the center of something I never knew I was missing.
JJ. Rett.
Rett. JJ.
My fingers curl into JJ’s neck, finding purchase. Rett’s waist beneath my palm.
The whispered words undo me more than the touches ever could.
Sweetheart.
Love.
Goddess.
Spoken like prayers.
And then, there is nothing but their eyes.
Not glances.
Deep stares that are truly looking.
The world fades until all that’s left is the impossible certainty settling inside my chest.
We fit.
JJ.
Rett.
Me.
Like pieces that spent a lifetime searching for the puzzle they belong to.
The emotion is so overwhelming it feels impossible to contain.
My breathing becomes ragged as I clutch to JJ. He carefully lowers his body onto me. Surpassing the desire, I need to feel him inside me. “JJ… please… pl-,” I say, as he eases into me slowly.
Rett is in my ear, his hand running up the outside of my thigh. “I’ve never seen a more provocative sight than you being pleasured. Bizzy,” He kisses my earlobe. “Touch me.”
My hand greedily moves to his hard dick, nestled against my side. JJ rolls his hips back and forth against me, his lips needy for mine. That wall of emotion I’ve held back, cracks. Every bit of it… the desperation, sadness, helplessness, joy, amazement, pining. I want to hold onto this. To them.
“Bizzy… Elizabeth, I love you… I love you, baby,” JJ says against my cheek while I feel his body tense. His groan followed by his arms wrapping around me tightly. I can’t hold onto Rett as I orgasm, my hands grabbing for JJ, my fingernails digging into his back.
